Some Times Bad Things, Can Be Fun

A few sips of ethanol liquids in

My own time, wouldn't seem a

Crime to most, while others could

See it as a slip to decline,especially

If you happen to share a room with

My sister Elsa Carbine.

 

So I can't help myself when she

Starts to shout out, 'stop,the devils drink'.

To point out her little indiscretion last

Summer, while helping Mr Plummer.

Who happened to be engaged to another.

 

Her perfectly formed eye brows

Start to move in a scary manner more

Like a matador,determined to outwit

His bull.' 'That was innocent 'she screams

'That was any thing but, I sharply replied,

'Or you wouldn'nt of sneaked out every

Morning to see him for over a month,

Until he got bored and tossed you a side,

Like a  worn out mini cooper that lost

It's shine'.

 

Then she glances at me with a wicked

Smile and tilted her small petite head

Down towards the floor and pretended

To cry, as sister Catherine walked by

Who softly whispered in my hear.

'Mary Elizabeth, leave sister Elsa

Alone, you should know better than

To corrupt a young girl so innocent in life'.

Who's almost ready to commit to Our

Lord Jesus Christ'.

 

So that night I couldn't resist

Putting laxatives in sister Catherine

Late night gin, and put the evidence

In Elsa waste paper bin.I know it was

Sin and do feel a little remorse,

 

But at the same time my mischievous side

Would not rest until the truly devious one,

Got punished for once. And I can't lie, it felt

Good to let my wicked side creep out

From within.